Sailors Through The Sea Of Life Poem by Eugene Levich

Sailors Through The Sea Of Life

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An apology to Gail
For I forgot her name
It wasn't due to a fault in her
Only to one in my brain.

For within her eye I could see
A stormy soul and tsunami
A boiling gale far out to sea -
In the Gail seated next to me

Gail's not a woman one soon forgets.
Within her seethe typhoons, hurricanes, and waves -
In her past she's broken many hearts -
and made poor sailors her slaves.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Gale, a 'woman of a certain age, ' sat next to me at a meeting. I had seen her, I believe, only once before, a year earlier; yet she was quite upset that I had forgotten her name. In fact, I have a terrible memory for names and rarely remember those of people I meet only casually. Yet Gale seemed very nice and I decided to write this poem as an apology. It seemed to make her feel better! I haven't seen her again.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 04 February 2016

for goodness sake, Gino. don't misspell her name. she may hit you on the head! note well: Gail in poem; Gale in poet's note. ;) so, over a year ago. did you see here again? did you send the poem? was this recent or years ago? ? ========================================================= FYI.............in case ya didn't know, longitudinally-speaking: A cyclone is any mass of air that spirals around a low pressure center. It is an organized collection of thunderstorms embedded in a swirling mass of air. In general, both typhoons and hurricanes are tropical cyclones but differ in their locations. The difference between hurricane and typhoon is that tropical cyclones in the west Pacific are called Typhoons and those in the Atlantic and east Pacific Ocean are called Hurricanes. It's the longitude that matters. ======================================= Gail sounds like a woman to steer clear of, like i should (?) have done when i 'met my first three wives'! bri :)

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Susan Lacovara 12 April 2014

My heart has been a slave to a sailor man for many a year, sometimes I wish I could forget his name, but the breeze always carries it back to my bluff. I hope Gale has had her winds change in direction of accepting your beautiful apology! Wonderfully written with your unique flair. PEACE

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